I'm no Hero [Ice!Finn x Reader]

"Let's see, three apples and two bananas. That'll be 5 copper coins." you bag up the fruit in a cloth pouch before handing it to the costumer in front of you. They gladly paid you before bidding you farewell. You tap a coin against the counter, taking a bored look around your simplistic fruit stall, a sturdy wooden table packed with various fruits just like any other stall in the farmers market. You sit back in the small crate you use as a chair, passively chewing on a piece of straw to keep your mouth entertained, it's either that or you start munching on the fresh produce. Which is tempting but you'd rather save yourself the trouble.

"How's the sale going?" your mother walks up from behind you, carrying another crate of bananas into the back of the stall. "Oh same old, same old. Though we should really sell these bananas soon, they're starting to ripe with the hot weather." you shrug.

An older farmer rolls up in a wagon pulled by a single mule, joined in by his son who's walking up beside him carrying a few cabbages. "Good day, do you happen to have any bananas? My youngest started teething and he could use something to chew on." he removed his hat in a sign of formality. Your mom is already familiar with him, so she easily takes over for you.

"Of course Martin, in fact we have a whole crate so I'll toss in a two for one discount." she winks, already handing him the box for his son to carry.

"You're too kind miss, that's more than enough for us." the older man scratched his head sheepishly. You peek from behind your mom to look at the farmer's son, his blonde hair reflecting on the warm sunlight.

"Can we buy some apples for Bart too?" he asks his father, smiling when he got a nod from him. You were already one step ahead, bagging a few apples for the boy and his mule. "Here ya go, the red ones are kinda hard but the yellow ones are sweeter." you reassure the boy, going out of your way to walk around the fruit stand so you could hand him the bag from up close. Despite the mutual curiosity, it's like the two of you automatically became shy all of a sudden, unable to make eye contact after something as simple as brushing your hand against his. Your mother and his father caught wind of this, with both of them looking at eachother knowingly.

"(y/n) you've been working all morning, how about you take a break? I'll handle things for now." she leans on the counter. You whip your head in her direction. Giving her an expression that read 'Are you sure?' but she simply winks at you.

"Finn I'll be selling some of our cabbages to Choose Bruce, why don't you look around the market with your friend here? You could use a break too." now it was Finn's turn to give his dad a confused look, but the older man's smile was all he needed to feel reassured.

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"So, do you have any hobbies?" you started making small talk with the young man while the two of you take a stroll down the market, your attention mindlessly went to the different wooden stalls, just fruits, vegetables and spices. Must be the farmer's market section. "There's not much to do at the farm. Hmm, does chasing rats count as a hobby?" his contagious laugh rubbing off on you.

"I don't think so, sounds more like a cat thing." you grin at him. Finn rubs his chin as he thinks about it a little more. Just when you thought he wouldn't have an answer did he respond. "I play the flute sometimes."

Music wasn't something you'd expect from him. "Oh really? I'd like to hear you play sometime."

He looks away. "I'm not that good at it. But, I'd be nice to have an audience for a change, Jake and Bart doesn't exactly give me feedback ya know?" you giggle at the thought of Finn playing specifically for two animals, but then again, you figure he doesn't have much time for friends when he's helping his dad with the farm. The smell of fresh produce and spices leave your nose after noticing you two reached a different section of the market, one where used tools and trinkets are sold alongside a few carnival like games. Your eyes landed on a specific shooting gallery.